Serenade Me

Part 17

Nate curled his lips back over his teeth, showing off his blushing cheeks and adorable dimples. Picking up his beer, Nate raised it in a toast followed by a wicked smirk. Sean rubbed the toes of his foot along Nate's inner thighs. He just wanted to wait and see what Nate would do. Nate was feeling invincible as the god of D&D. Which only made Sean want to see if he could bribe him off his high horse. Nate took a long shaky swig from his beer bottle, then cleared his throat roughly. Nate focused on a few papers behind the divider. He was trying to distract himself. Sean wasn't going to allow that. Sean scooted to the edge of his chair to give himself more reach. Nate didn't look up, but his blush turned a deeper red and his legs closed on his foot. Sean grinned, sliding his foot farther between Nate's enclosed legs. The second the bottom of Sean's foot was braced against Nate's crotch, Nate curled his lips over his teeth again. 

Nate still didn't look up. Though it was clear that his attention was split up now. Nate moved one of his hands off the table, placing it lovingly on the back on his foot. Sean smiled to himself, enjoying how Nate stroked his foot like a pet. For a moment, Sean let Nate rub his foot and innocently slip his fingers between his toes. It tickled a little, but he liked it. With his focus back, Nate straightened up in his seat, telling him in his storytelling voice again. "So... You come to this mossy cave set into the hillside and instantly your senses are assaulted by the smell of decay. The strong scent of wet rotting meat fills your nose. What do you do?" Beneath the table, Nate still stroked his foot and Sean narrowed his eyes on Nate. It was clear to him what Nate was doing now. Nate was playing with his foot to stay in control of the situation. By playing with his foot and making him feel good, he had stopped advancing. So, Sean bit his lip and rubbed his foot across the crotch of Nate's jeans. Nate's breath caught in his throat, leaning forward over the table a little in response.

Even through the thick fabric of his black jeans, Sean could feel Nate's hard on. The more he rubbed his foot over the hardened length, the more it strained at his jeans. Sean couldn't stop the grin from spreading over his face as he asked smugly. "You ok, Nate? You seem to be distracted?" Nate covered his mouth with his free hand, his dark brown eyes flicking up from the table to finally look at him. Sean's heart skipped and practically leapt from his chest to the table. Nate's dark eyes were glazed over with lust and his long dark bangs hung over one of his eyes in the most alluring way. Sean swallowed, trying to focus back on the game. Nate had flipped the tables on him and if he didn't distract himself, than Nate would have control of him. Looking at his character sheet, his eyes couldn't focus on anything written. It looked like another language to him right now.

He wanted so badly to look back up at Nate. He wanted to burn how sexy he looked into his brain. Instead, he forced his eyes closed and rambled out anxiously. "Well... I'll go creep inside as quietly as I can." Nate's voice came out as smooth as butter with a suggestive hint, upon telling him. "Roll a stealth check for me." Sean opened his eyes, reaching out for his twenty sided die with a shaky hand. His fingers had just curled around it, when Nate's legs spread wider away from his foot. Sean hesitated, freezing in place and wishing he could see through the black table. All he could do was feel what Nate was doing. Nate had spread his legs, giving him more room to play with him. However, it also allowed Nate's hand to slide down his foot to his ankle. Nate's hand slipped under his loose sweat pants, fondling as much of his leg as he could reach. Sean's leg tensed up as Nate's hand tried not to stroke his long leg hair in the wrong direction.

However, whenever Nate stroked his leg from shin to ankle... It was intoxicating. It was like Nate was coaxing his foot to come closer. Wanting him to move closer against him. Sean could barely roll as his cock hardened between his legs. His brain was drifting rapidly from the game. He was starting to imagine Nate's caressing warm hand on the length of his cock. Nate was playing dirty! Unable to roll, Sean just dropped the die with a limp wrist. The roll was terrible. Even with his character's strong stealth bonus... he had only managed to total ten. Turning his eyes up to glare at Nate through heavily glazed eyes, he told Nate gruffly. "You son of a bitch... Ten." Nate moved his hand away from his mouth, answering in a throaty purr. "You started it, sweetheart. You want to take a break? We can always play when you aren't so... distracted." Sean shook his head playfully at him, his voice cracking a little as he replied. "I'm fine. I can finish this."